The Guardian of Dreams is an economist:
monitoring all expenditures and holding
back enough to keep the kitty fed –
whether kitty wants to eat or not,
or kitty’s live or dead.
He wears a risqué costume with occasional
bird-feathers: a Superhero go-go boy –
colored like the rot of over-ripe Persimmon
about which you don’t have permission
to express opinion, pro or con.
Heaven knows what constitutes the restof what the Guardian has on.